Cheng Jiu felt that he must have forgotten to read the almanac when he went out today. Otherwise, how could he have encountered such a group of evil stars?
I was patrolling the streets well, but for no reason I was arrested and asked to lead the way!
Well, just lead the way!
He was suddenly caught by a group of princes and asked to lead the way for them. I guess his immediate superiors would not blame him for neglecting his duties if he found out!
It's just that this group of people is really difficult to serve!
If you walk too slowly, you'll get kicked; if you walk too fast, you'll get a knock!
After just a while, Cheng Jiu felt that his butt and head had almost grown in size.
"Sir, this is Taipingfang!"
Walking all the way, kicking all the way! When he finally arrived in front of Taipingfang, Cheng Jiu almost cried when he looked at the closed door!
Mom, we're finally here. If we don't arrive, I'll probably be kicked to death by these evil stars.
"Oh, are we here yet?"
Realizing that Cheng Jiu, who was leading the way, stopped, the drunk Yuchi Jingde shook his head, stepped forward and pushed the door...
Didn’t push? Try harder, this time Yu Chigong used both hands to push, but the door still didn’t move at all!
"Damn it! Are you not even allowed to go back home?" Yuchi Jingde, who was a little angry, cursed fiercely at the door, and then raised his feet high!
"Bang!"
"ah……"
Soon, Cheng Jiu screamed, holding his buttocks and crying without tears!
You can't open the door, so kick it! Why are you kicking me? I'm not a doorbell!
"Why are you howling? Open the door!"
However, on the other side, Yuchi Jingde didn't care how wronged Cheng Jiu was. He stared at him with two red eyes and a pair of big feet eager to try.
Seeing this, Cheng Jiu hurriedly swallowed the cry that surged into his throat, and rushed to the front door of the square to call the door with all his strength!
"I heard it, it's coming, it's coming!"
The head of Taipingfang is an old man who is over fifty years old. This may be because the people who live in this place are all princes and nobles, who often come home late on weekdays.
So when someone called him in late at night, the old man was not angry. He opened the door slowly, took a look outside, and saw clearly that it was Yuchi Jingde and others. He hurriedly gave it to him. His movements were very skillful. It was obvious that this was not his first time.
Did this once.
"Sir, can I go now?"
The door of the square opened. Cheng Jiu wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked cautiously.
For Cheng Jiu tonight, the encounter was too bizarre and scary! He had to quickly ask for leave from his boss and go home to recuperate for three to five years.
"Why are you so anxious? We haven't arrived yet!" Yuchi Jingde glared at him and said with a loud tongue, "When you get home, won't it be too late for you to leave?"
"Ah? It still needs to be sent home?" Cheng Jiuyi's face fell when he heard this, and he was about to say: "You can go back by yourself!"
As a result, before I could say anything, I received another heavy blow on my butt...
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Taipingfang, as one of several cities in Chang'an City close to the Imperial City, has always been the first choice place for many princes and nobles to live.
As princes and nobles, the life of ordinary people who work at sunrise and rest at dawn is obviously not suitable for them! What they want is to live in intoxication and dream of death, and to be extravagant and lustful!
Therefore, when the daily street cleaning drums are played and the gates are locked, there will still be some mansions with lights brightly lit and people buzzing!
At this moment, the Hou Mansion at the west end of Taipingfang Square is in such a state.
Hou Mansion.
It does not refer to the Marquis's Mansion, but the residence of the Duke of Lu State.
Today in the court hall, Hou Junji, who was finally promoted to Minister of War as he wished, held a banquet at home to celebrate this happy event and invited relatives and friends to gather together.
The Minister of War holds a banquet!
Naturally, there were many people who came to congratulate and curry favor with him. At the very least, most of the civil servants from the second and lower court to the fourth and above were all present!
The only thing that made Hou Junji a little embarrassed was that, as the Minister of War, he was responsible for all the military attachés in the court! However, few of the generals in the court came to pay a visit to him as the new chief officer!
"Cheng Pifu, Hei Yuchi! And Xiao Han, please wait for me!"
Looking at the few lonely figures of military generals in the courtyard, Hou Junji's face turned green and white while standing in the corridor. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and punched the pillar next to him with a heavy punch!
"boom!"
With a muffled sound, the red-painted pillar, which was as thick as a person, was immediately hit by Hou Junji's fist. The red paint flew away, revealing a faint golden texture underneath.
"Haha, Brother Hou, is your house built a little too much?"
A bloated figure walked along the corridor to Hou Junji, looked up at the smashed corridor pillar, and said to Hou Junji with a smile on his face.
Golden nanmu!
This kind of wood has always been used as a building material for royal families because of its rare production and the fact that it does not rot for thousands of years and does not attract insects and ants!
In ordinary times, some princes, nobles, and wealthy families would use it to make a coffin or a table.
If it was really used to build a house, it would probably be locked up by Marquis Wu immediately!
Good guy, building a house after the imperial palace is not treason, so what is treason?
"Stop talking nonsense! Don't tell me that your Wang family didn't build a house with golden nanmu!" In the corridor, Hou Junji slowly retracted his fist and looked at Wang Shilong coldly and said.
"Haha..." Wang Shilong grinned awkwardly when he heard this and stopped talking.
Obviously, his Wang family must also use this kind of wood, and use a lot of it!
Otherwise, how can we keep our ancestral home still standing after thousands of years?
"How did you go about the investigation you were asked to investigate?" Seeing Wang Shilong not speaking, Hou Junji smiled contemptuously, turned his head, looked at the fat man condescendingly and said: "Don't tell me, you can't find anything!
"
"Ahem..." Wang Shilong coughed twice, his eyes a little unnatural.
"Really not found?" Hou Junji frowned.
Wang Shilong became even more embarrassed: "Well, the time is really too short! Although my Wang family used to have some eyes and ears in Chang'an, after so many years, many of them have been lost, and some have been occupied by others, so this kind of top-secret information
, we can’t detect it so quickly.”
"Occupied by someone else? Who?"
"Some of the later guys, such as the fair teahouse in Dongshi, recruited three or four of our good guys! Without him, the news you want would have been sent long ago!"
Hou Junji fell silent.
He didn't expect that the Wang family was withering so much now! Even the most important news about the family was incomplete. So, was there any hope for him to cooperate with him at this time?
When Wang Shilong saw the silent Hou Junji, he couldn't help but curse in his heart!
grandson!
Before you became the Minister of the Ministry of War, you begged us to do things! Now it's better, we have promoted you to the Minister of the Ministry of War, but you ordered us to do things!
If you weren't still valuable now, you would have become a corpse in the gutter by now! Is the millennium-old heritage of the aristocratic family a lie?
